Country Friday
Friday began with me playing Johnny Cash while I got dressed and Yuri asking whether I was planning to spend the day on a ranch. I told him that the...
Music & Sound
ECLIXAR
digital diary
Journal.
fragments of quiet intelligence
There is a manner in which certain things ask to be written, not so that they may be found, but because to exist in silence, for too long, eventually becomes insufficient. It is not urgency. It is something closer to a necessity that makes no noise, waiting patiently until it discovers the proper form. This archive was born in such a way.
Not as a diary. Not as a blog. Not as something that is updated merely for the sake of appearing alive. It is a place where certain thoughts come to rest, those which do not dissolve, those which return, those which insist with the silent obstinacy of things that truly belong to you...
Every article is a scene. Every word, a frame of something that would not have remained, had it not
been writtenFrom the archive.
History & Places
Winter City
This morning the canal outside looked as though somebody had washed all the colour out of it overnight. The sky was pale grey, the buildings were darker grey and the...
Beauty & Art
Lights on the Canals
I went out after dinner because I wanted to see the lights again before the winter swallowed them into its usual collection of grey afternoons and early evenings. Yuri asked...
Journey & Time
Amsterdam at Eight in the Morning
Amsterdam at eight in the morning is a city of bicycle lights, cold fingers and people who have no intention of wasting time. I was out of the house a...
Personal Diary
The First Sunday
I woke up to the sound of rain against the windows and stayed in bed for several minutes listening to it, mostly because the room was cold and my slippers...
Home & Daily Life
The Oliebollen That Survived the Night
There were five oliebollen left this morning, sitting in their paper bag on the kitchen counter and looking considerably less festive than they had on New Year’s Eve. Yesterday I...
Personal Diary
Nieuwjaar
The first morning of 2016 began with me discovering a champagne glass on the windowsill, a silver ribbon caught around the leg of a chair and Yuri sleeping through the...
Personal Diary
2016 / Welkom
It is almost midnight. The champagne is ready, the fireworks are everywhere and Yuri is standing beside me with that familiar smile that still makes me feel seventeen for a...
Amsterdam & Life
2015 in Amsterdam
I walked through Amsterdam this evening with Yuri and spent part of the time thinking about how much the city has given us this year. Not in any dramatic sense....
Music & Memory
2015 in Music
I spent tonight listening to music from the year and discovered that my playlists are as impossible to classify as ever. There was hardcore, techno, house, country, pop, old Italian...
Personal Diary
Books
I spent part of today reading a book while sitting near the window, which sounds like a very simple activity until I remember how rarely I allow myself to do...
Personal Diary
Pyjamas
I spent almost the entire day in pyjamas, and I consider it one of the most successful Sundays of the year. I woke up late, made coffee, looked out at...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.